A workout in the cafe

"Fuck it." You shrug, tossing the banana on the floor behind you "Make me cum." You say, stepping up to him right there in the cafe, pulling his tight shirt away from his tighter abs, pulling his hips against your body. "Pump me full of cum right here, right now." Your eyes pierce into his, frozen there, waiting for his reaction, your stomach already feeling that reaction pressing against you.

"Done." His mouth cracks into a half smile, his hands sliding up your sides, pulling your shirt and sports bra up over your tits, baring them to the cafe and the broad windows to the street.

His hands as quickly slide back down your body, your shorts and panties falling to the floor as he lifts you out of them, your own hands barely able to tug his cock free of his shorts before he lifts you up, his mouth closing on your large, dark nipples.

"I guess the cheesiest thing I could say would be that I like cream in my coffee, but it's really not true." He shrugs, and you smile at him, the entire cafe staring at the two of you, you naked and held into the air before him, his freed cock readied just between your knees.

"Do I look like I fucking care about cheesy lines?" You smile, wrapping your legs around him, "Fucking stick it in me already, asshole!" You roll your eyes.

"Done." He nods, lowering you onto his cock as you guide it in, sighing deeply as it slips fully into your dripping wet pussy in one smooth motion.

"Fuuuuuck..." You shudder, eyes rolling back, "God damn, I was wetter than I thought..." You sigh again as he lifts you up and slides himself back into you, bouncing you on his cock as he just stands there.

"Feels real fucking nice to me, too." He nods, his cock sliding in and out of you in the middle of the crowded cafe.

"Uh..." A barrista mutters something from across the room. You raise an eyebrow at him. "You can't do that here." He asserts, hesitantly.